Zeng Guoqiang looked at Yun Che in surprise. He had indeed thought of asking him for help, but he had not made up his mind yet!
After a brief hesitation, he still shook his head. This white-robed young man was far too strange. He had better find someone else to help with that matter.
"No, you're overthinking things. I have nothing I need help with. Farewell."
Yun Che narrowed his eyes. Refusing to give him the mission? He was forcing him to act!
With a slight shift of his feet, Yun Che blocked Zeng Guoqiang's path as he tried to leave.
"Sir, if something is troubling you, I suggest you speak up. You've seen some of my strength. I should be able to help you."
Zeng Guoqiang was utterly baffled. What was wrong with this man? Could he read minds? How terrifying!
Stay away. I absolutely have to stay away from him. Ideally, we should never have anything to do with each other again.
Gritting his teeth, Zeng Guoqiang stubbornly insisted, "Sir, I don't understand what you mean. We've only just met, and I really have nothing to ask your help with."
Yun Che sighed softly and silently took out the black Throne and the Crystal Pressure Cooker.
"Sir, take your pick! Would you rather be smashed to death by this black Throne or blown to death by this Crystal Pressure Cooker?"
Zeng Guoqiang's mouth twitched, and he trembled inwardly.
That settles it. This young man is nothing but a trap.
What should I do?
He really wanted to leave right now!
But his legs were trembling, and he did not dare run!
"Sir, I... I really don't have..."
"Hmm? You'd better think carefully before speaking. One hit from this cooker, and I guarantee you won't even have a soul